Face-Slapping System

Chapter 238 The Dean

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"Come with me, quick!" Madison took Roland's hands the moment she arrived in front of him.

Without waiting for his response, Madison had already pulled and dragged the dumbstruck Roland away.

With his strength, Roland would naturally not be dragged away like this without his consent. However, Roland did not purposely hinder her, as he was also curious as to where Madison would lead him.

A few moments later, Madison finally stopped in front of a brown door.

Roland looked around and realized that they were actually at the Principal or the Dean's office.

Since being enrolled, this was Roland's first time being here. He was not active in school activities and just focused his attention on Anna before.

He looked around curiously as he wondered why Madison had brought him here.

"Alright, go inside," she said after a moment of hesitation.

Her voice was trembling a little, it was obvious that she was nervous about what was about to happen.

"What for?" Roland asked.

"What do you mean what for? Of course it's because the Dean has called you over due to the incident yesterday," she said with a frown. bender

"Wait, don't tell me you didn't read my message again?" she continued, a pout appeared on her face.

Hearing that, Roland could only smile wryly as he hurriedly took his phone to check the message.

Indeed, he saw that Madison had sent him another message after the last one.

Roland read it briefly before finally understanding the situation.

[Yep! It's confirmed. Teacher Ted probably reported the incident to the Dean. Sigh! Best of luck to you. If you need help, just tell me. I'll do anything to help.]

[Teacher Ted left for some matters. He said that I should bring you to the Dean's office after you arrive. Don't be late. I heard that the Dean is especially annoyed by tardy people the most.]

Even though Madison had constantly reminded him, Roland was truly not afraid of the dean. If it was before, he might have become nervous by now. After all, his previous thoughts were that only by finishing school would he be able to land in a good paying job in the future.

However, everything was different now. Now, even if the dean decides to expel him out of the school directly, Roland would simply not care and he might even thank the dean for it.

Perhaps, he was influenced by Jalen but he no longer sees the school as the end all be all of his career. Especially with the existence of the System, there was simply no way that Roland would fail in his 'career'.

"Go! Make a good impression alright? And tell everything that happened yesterday in full detail, alright?" Madison reminded him one more time with a worried face as she knocked the door softly.

Roland smiled and patted her shoulders, "Got it!"

He then twisted the doorknob and pushed open the door before entering. Madison clenched her fist together, she hoped that everything would go well for Roland.

Meanwhile, the moment he entered, Roland immediately scanned his surroundings habitually.

The Dean's office was large and was quite neat.

There were all kinds of books arranged at each side, as well as other school related objects designing the interior of the room.

As he scanned the office, his eyes landed on the only table inside the room. It was a wooden table carved from a huge wood. It has a glass table top that looks expensive at one glance.

Roland's gaze then landed on the nameplate at the top of the table that read, "Castro" under it was his position as Fore City College's one and only Dean.

It was only after that Roland finally looked at the person sitting behind the table.

Dean Castro was an old man with partial gray and black hair. According to the information that Roland knew, Dean Castro was already 59 years old this year. He has been the Dean of Fore City College for a long time and it was due to his lead that Fore City College has become the most well-known college in Fore City.

His hair that had already started to turn gray or white was combed neatly to the back. He was wearing thick reading glasses, adding to his scholarly charms.

lights??v?l ??m At this moment, Dean Castro was sitting casually on his office chair. His hands were placed on top of the table neatly, not arrogant nor subservient towards the onlookers. Roland's first impression towards him was that he was a knowledgeable scholar.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Castro" Roland greeted calmly as he walked forward.

Dean Castro smiled and nodded his head towards him, "Good afternoon! You may sit."

He gestured towards the chair in front of the table with his right hand.

Roland nodded his head and as he got closer, he realized that there was a picture of him placed in front of Dean Castro. It was no wonder why Dean Castro did not confirm if he was the person he was waiting for or not.

"To be honest, I almost mistook you for someone else," Dean Castro chuckled and suddenly commented as Roland sat on the chair.

He then pushed Roland's photo towards him, allowing Roland to comprehend what Dean Castro was talking about.

The photograph that Dean Castro was holding was his photograph when he just entered college. Although not long had passed since then, with Roland transformations during these past weeks, one would truly not believe that he was the same person in the photograph.

There, he was scrawny and looked malnourished. His cheeks were sunken and he was wearing an old dilapidated shirt that almost looked like it was hanging in mid-air due to his thin neck and body frame.

Looking at the photograph and comparing it to his current appearance, Roland could not blame Dean Castro for saying those words.

His change was truly astronomical.

"I get that a lot these past few days," Roland replied confidently.

With the previous conversation started, Roland realized that Dean Castro seemed easy to talk to.

Dean Castro smiled hearing his reply. After Roland settled, he finally went directly to the point.

"Anyways, you might have already known the reason why I called you over. But rest assured that you're not in trouble."